Love Poem: A Sealed Door

A Sealed Door

Foot on gas pedal, tailing 
ghosts in darkest hour of night, 
I find a road to the past, 
we once called home. I knock, 
but your love is a sealed door 
with broken knob. Even if 
I could pry it off its hinges, 
enter the hollow space inside, 
silence would be my prize, 
conspicuous like a tarnished trophy 
thick with cobwebs on the mantle. 
Since you’ve left, I hibernate 
through my days, a bear 
that has perished before spring. 
I try to forget your countless smiles. 
Distinct colors in blushing cheeks 
of a smitten morning sun fade  
away as she rises over blue waves 
in your eyes. Most of all, I try 
to forget the unique sound of your sigh, 
your contagious laughter, and the way 
your voice would bounce off me 
like an excited child when 
                               you said, I love you.


written 3/30/17 for Doors Contest